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He walks over to the unconscious man, who is hanging from chains attached to the ceiling, and punches him in the jaw. He screams and his eyes pop open.
“Richard Childress, do you know why you’re here?”
Stopping only a few feet away from him, I fold my arms over my chest.
“Fuck you.” He spits and a glob of blood lands at my feet.
I land a punch to the stomach causing him to sway. He grunts from the impact.
“Who sent you to deliver that package to Cadence Phoenix.”
Recognition flickers in his eyes before he shuts it down.
“If you let me go, I’ll tell you.”
I laugh. “Did you hear that shit, Daniel? This motherfucker thinks he’s in a position to negotiate with me.”
“I heard him, boss.”
I pull my gun from the waistband of my pants, aim, and pull the trigger. The bullet hitting him in the shoulder. His screams bounce off the walls. But luckily, I had the place soundproofed. So, his cries and screams are in vain.
“Who sent you?” I ask again, aiming and shooting him again. This time the bullet hits him in the femur immediately shattering the bone.
“Christian Baptiste!”
“That’s all I needed to know,” I said, pulling the trigger. The bullet hits him in the face, killing him instantly.
“Get rid of the body and take the jet and go on a little vacation,” I say, sliding the gun back into the waistband of my jeans. “Although Richard Childress was a drug addict he comes from money. I’m sure somebody will be looking for him. When you get to your destination, send Ronnie a text.”
“You got it boss.”
“Thanks again, Daniel.”
“I owe you, my life. Anything you need, just ask.”
I shake his hand then head back up the basement stairs. I’ve got a lot of phone calls to make. I’ve got a meeting with Christian Baptiste.
13
Cadence
I just got off the phone with my lawyer after trying to contact him for the last few days to find out if Christian is out prison and why in the hell he didn’t notify me. But, according to him, Christian is still locked away because his appeal for a new trial was denied. Even though he’s sure he will try again.
“It’s not Christian,” I say flopping down on the couch beside Brian. “I just got off the phone with my lawyer.
I’ve been at Brian’s condo since I received the package. He insisted I stay with him and take a leave of absence from work until he found whoever sent it.
“I know,” he says, like he’s not even surprised at the news. “I’ve got it handled.”
“What are you keeping from me?” I ask.
“It’s best you don’t know.” He puts his phone on the coffee table, then grabs my hand. “I need your hands to be clean of this. So, if shit goes sideways, you’re protected.”
“Brian, I don’t like the sound of that. Why don’t we let the cops handle it?”
He pulls me into his arms. “You have to trust in me, Cadence. I’m not going to let any harm come to you.”
“Well, right now, I’m not worried about me. I’m more worried about you and what you’re planning.”
